Rushing Through the Middle

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I’ve often read the beginning and end of the book to see how it starts and how it will end. I’ve even put a book back on the shelf if I didn’t like the ending. I’ve rushed through the middle of a book and stayed up all night just to get to the end.

Life before 18 seemed like an eternity. I couldn’t wait to be 18. Oh, the joy of being 18 again and the wisdom to know what to do with it. ( I would stop rushing around like a grasshopper and never looking up…God’s description of man.) It seems I’ve been in the middle all my life as:

  • The middle child
  • Middle of the sandwich generation
  • Center of my family negotiating
  • Middle-grade teacher
  • Middle of mid-life crisis

Even in retirement, I am still in the middle of my husband’s surgeries. I guess life is really lived in the middle. The best part of any book or life is in the middle: happy moments, life events, friendships new and old, and life. Life is lived in the middle of whatever stage you are in.

So, my advice to myself is to slow down and make sure I’m walking in the middle with Jesus. It will be messy but a much better story with Him in it.

Isaiah 40: 26 Lift up your eyes on high and see who has created these stars, the One who leads forth their host by number. He call them all by name; Because of the greatness of His might and the strength of His power not one of them is missing.

I’m an like a star, in the middle of His creation and I am not missing. I am not missing in the middle of a messy life. Jesus is stuck in the middle with you…and me.

5 thoughts on “Rushing Through the Middle

  1. Andrew Budek-Schmeisser

    Jesus shrugs and rolls His eyes,
    and He says, “Well, yeah, it’s true
    and it’s really no surprise
    that I am stuck right here with YOU.
    You hop around, not looking up,
    like a cricket hooked on speed,
    bark like an Irish Setter pup
    whom his master he won’t deign to heed.”
    And then He gave a heavy sigh,
    “You know I had it all up there
    at Dad’s right hand, up in sky,
    eternal life without a care,
    but it’s empty, up above
    without critters like you, that I so love.”

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